Dear Girl Mr. Agra
Pamite

Starting in the afternoon, Kiran who had just arrived at her apartment had time to find her husband's whereabouts but still did not find Agra there.

With a lazy sigh, Kiran threw her bag recklessly onto the sofa there. ''Is it true that Agra is angry with me?''

Just now Kiran was going to sit her bok*ng on the sofa, there was a voice that shocked her.

"angry? angry why?''

'Good!'

''Mas?''

Agra who came from behind made Kiran surprised because she did not expect the presence of Agra.

''I asked, why do you think I am angry with you?''

Agra asked again, but Kiran did not rush to answer him, her head bowed with hands crumbling behind her body.

''Eumm, that's because last night, anu.''

Without warning, Agra sat down nearby and grabbed her arm, pulling her slowly to come sit with her.

'Eh?'

''Sit down, I want to ask.'' The sound of berinton Agra makes Kiran's fur creeps, even more so his arms are touched directly by him.

At first they were silent for a moment, but Kiran tried to remain silent as she wanted to listen to what Agra wanted to say.

''Do you mind if I ask for my rights? even if it's just kissing your lips?''

Agra looked down at Kiran's little lips, actually the question he really wanted to ask last night, but felt the time was not right, also Kiran who continued to avoid.

''Mas Agra once said he would never force me, right? that's what I said at the time.''

Agra pulled his body quickly. A distance back from where it was. And realized that Kiran was scared because she looked forced.

Agra fell silent again then cleared his throat and said again after a few minutes of silence.

''Have you prepared the choice you would choose?''

Degh'

That question again, Kiran did not want Agra to discuss it first. Because he hasn't really determined it either.

''Kiran?'' call Agra to Kiran who is still pensive.

Kiran was astonished, what Agra said was true? is it true that he will announce it.

''I mean mas?''

Kiran asked despite knowing what he meant.

''I will have the party and the wedding ceremony again officially and appropriately.''

Kiran looked at Agra's talking face, her lips unintentionally smiling wide but a split second later she immediately shook her head quickly.

'Stop Kiran! you're just his contract wife, lest there be a heart.'

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Huh? not mas! who would want to laugh at you, mas!'' kiran is not good at lying.

''Then how ?''

''I'm sorry, Kiran has not thought about that, soon after the submission of the thesis, Kiran is really busy.''

''Alright. I understand.''

Agra got up from there and passed away without excuse, Kiran was downcast thinking she had mispronounced again. But it's the truth.

Pensive for a moment, and it was the face of the mother that flashed. Yes, for one year he never knew the news of his parents, especially the father. Recalling the sweet memories with them made Kiran think back to her late lover.

While he was pensive, a voice made him come to his senses, a voice emanating from Agra's footsteps that emerged from behind the wall carrying his own suitcase.

''Mas, where are you going?''

Kiran got up and approached Agra who was standing five meters away from her.

Agra smiled as she replied.''Come home, be careful and take care of yourself. Mas will take the time to always look at you, said Agra with a vocabulary that makes Kiran confused.

''What do you mean?this is our home.''

''Kiran, baby. Normal adult male, every day will see you with your beautiful face like this. I'm afraid of making the devil do me more than yesterday. Mas promise, if you have really thought about your choice, immediately contact mas ya. It will come.''

''But mas?''

''They're not going anywhere, just at home and in the company. If you're looking for Mas's whereabouts, find mas between those two places. Mas pamit.'' Agra continued his steps, left like this just like this for some reason to make Kiran press his chest hard, sick, yes that is what Kiran is feeling.

Looking directly at her departure, and seeing Agra's body go away and disappear behind the door. Kiran's tears are seeping. Why does he feel claustrophobic, even the sense of tightness is the same as being left behind by the late Reza.